The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Beside the brazier in the king's tent, Robb Stark's chin was covered with a fiery red beard. He paused while stroking his sandy golden hairband, and reached out to take the wax-sealed letter.

His deep blue eyes flashed sharp as he read the letter. King Robb put away the letter, stood up and came to the long table, looking down at the map of the riverlands on it.

The laughter outside came into the silent tent. Under the leadership of King Robb, the Northern Cavalry almost swept across the western part of the riverlands and the northern part of the crown territory, never defeated, and suffered few casualties.

The most important thing was that they plundered a lot of treasures in the crown territory, so their morale was very high.

They sang a song composed by a wandering singer specifically for King Robb's Battle of Harrenhal - Running Wolves in the Night.

Robb looked up from the map and said, "Sir Reynald, pass on my order. We will move camp tomorrow morning and head to Seafort."

"Yes, sir."

Reynald Westerling moved a few steps toward the entrance of the tent, but suddenly stopped. After a pause, he came to Robb again.

"Your Majesty, my mother... she asked to see you."

Robb's eyes moved slightly: "Where is Lady Sybelle now?"

Sir Reynald opened his mouth and said, "She secretly left Riverrun and followed us from a distance. I have sent people to persuade her several times... but she insisted this time..."

He stroked his chest: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, please believe me, my mother did not deliberately disobey your order, she was very worried about you."

Perhaps thinking of his lover, Robb closed his eyes painfully and said, "Lady Sybelle's grief will not be less than mine, I should be grateful to her."

After a pause, he handed over the letter.

After reading the letter, Sir Reynald forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, it's a good thing that Duke Tully can talk smoothly with Lord Frey."

"It's a good thing indeed."

Looking at Reynald, Robb reached out and patted the arm of his deceased wife's brother: "I am the king, and there are some things I have to choose. And..."

He showed Reynald the sandy golden hairband on his palm: "Jeyne has never left me, and you will always be my family."

Sir Reynald turned his face to the other side, took a deep breath, and said: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Less than half an hour later, the tall Great Jon opened the curtain and strode in. He said in a loud voice: "King Robb, are we not going to continue to fight those damn Lannisters?"

The heir to Bear Island, Daisy Mormont, who followed behind, was six feet (182cm) tall, but looked a little petite against the background of Great Jon.

The female warrior of Bear Island scolded: "Jon Umber, you idiot, you should learn to shut up, the invincible king has his own plan!"

"Damn bear girl, I'm not stupid!"

"Admit it, stupid barbarian!"

King Robb raised his hand to stop the quarrel between the two.

He glanced at the two: "Big Jon, Daisy, there are too many treasures in the baggage train. Someone reported that some soldiers began to secretly throw away food and fodder in order to bring more gold."

Hearing this, Big Jon laughed: "King Robb, everyone has never seen so many good things."

Daisy Mormont secretly rolled her eyes at Big Jon.

"Let's go to Sealand City for a brief rest. I will then arrange ships and people to send the spoils to the North."

"Oh...oh? Haha, great, my uncles will be able to marry again soon, long live the king!"

Daisy Mormont said coldly: "Compared to women, I suggest that they use the treasures to store more food. Don't you feel that the weather is getting colder?"

Great Jon ignored Mormont's reminder: "At worst, we can spend the winter in King's Landing, King Robb, when you get tired of it, give me the Queen Mother Lannister to warm my bed, I will definitely be very good..."

Robb interrupted Greatjon's words: "Winter is coming."

He looked at Greatjon and Daisy with sharp eyes, and then said: "After replenishing weapons, armor and supplies, we will go to the Twins, and I will marry Miss Frey."

After a moment of silence, Greatjon said angrily: "Damn it, are those weasels still dreaming of him?!"

Ignoring Greatjon, Robb said to the Bear Island female warrior who was still in a daze: "Miss Daisy, please help me shave my beard."

"………, obey."

After driving away the constantly clamoring Greatjon, Daisy sharpened the dagger in her hand and came to the sitting king.

She hesitated and said: "King Robb, have you decided?"

Robb raised his eyes to look at the tall Daisy, paused, and nodded.

"I will be by your side in every battle."

Closing his eyes, Robb nodded again.

Squeak~squeak~squeak~squeak~Daisy held King Robb's chin and shaved his beard skillfully.

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"I am the king!"

Sir Adam turned his head and glared at Joffrey, whose face was twisted, and said, "Your Majesty, I will come again after dinner."

"Get out! Get out!"

The door was closed with a clang. Joffrey was still panting and glaring in that direction.

After that dinner, Joffrey, under the persuasion of his mother, had breakfast with his grandfather and the Duke of Mace the next day and expressed his humility.

After bidding farewell to the Duke of Mace in a pleasant atmosphere, he realized that he had lost his freedom as a king.

Not only was he unable to leave the Red Keep, but besides the Kingsguard, he was also surrounded by unfamiliar red-robed guards, who were monitoring his every move in a dignified manner.

Of course Joffrey was very angry, but every time he got a large glass of sleeping wine.

If you resist, those people will forcefully feed you.

Joffrey pinched his still painful cheek, his eyes filled with resentment.

Click, cock the arrow.

Picking up the crossbow, Joffrey aimed at the lion flag hanging on the wall. After a pause, he changed the target and pulled the trigger.

call out!

The crossbow arrow passed through the decorative ring of the candlestick, and with a clang, the arrow hit the marble wall and fell down.

Still whispering.

Staring at the ring of the candlestick that was still ringing with red eyes, Joffrey skillfully loaded the arrow, and then... with a whoosh, the arrow fired by the crossbow passed through it again.

Then, after a clicking sound, Joffrey loaded the crossbow again.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the figure of the Kingsguard and Ser Mandon Moore appeared. The crossbow in Joffrey's hand was aimed at him.

Sir Mandon's lifeless light gray eyes seemed to be completely unaware of the crossbow aimed at him. He came straight to him, caressed his chest and said, "Your Majesty the King."

Joffrey pointed the crossbow away boredly and said, "Did you find out about Miss Margaery?"

Sir Manden's voice seemed to have no emotion: "I heard that she is following the advice of the Royal Council and studying court etiquette every day."

Joffrey sneered: "She still needs to learn court etiquette? This is my grandfather's arrangement again."

After a moment of silence, Sir Mandon said: "The King's wedding is less than a month away, and everyone is praising the future Rose Queen."

Joffrey's green eyes moved, he looked at the Kingsguard and said, "What are you praising?"

Ser Mandon replied: "Every morning, she prays for peace in the kingdom with the ladies and ladies. They say she will be the most merciful queen in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Stupid woman, didn't you realize that this was the candy that Tywin coaxed her to play with?"

Joffrey was disappointed with the obedient Margaery, and when he thought of his mother who only advised him to be patient, he felt angry: "It was cowardice that blinded their eyes. Patience and cooperation... will only lead to more." of bullying.”

After speaking, the crossbow in his hand suddenly pointed at Sir Mandon: "Why do you always appear in front of me recently?"

Faced with the sudden questioning, Sir Manden's expression and tone remained unchanged: "I smell danger, and my duty is to protect the king."

call out!

The crossbow arrow almost grazed Ser Mandon's cheek as it flew by, and he didn't move at all.

Seeing this, King Joffrey chuckled: "Very good, I believe in your loyalty."

With that said, he stood up and stepped closer: "I want to arrange something for you, Sir."

After a pause, Sir Manden opened his thin lips and said, "Please give me your instructions."

"Tell Duke Green quietly that I want to see him."

The whites of Joffrey's eyes were covered with fine bloodshot eyes, and he stared at Ser Mandon: "You go to him, and when he comes to see me, he has to hide it from Tywin's eyes. Do you understand?"

Sir Mandon seemed to think for a moment before replying: "It may take a few days."

The answer made Joffrey chuckle: "Very well, you are very clever. I will reward you when this is over, Ser Mandon."

Before leaving, Ser Mandon suddenly said: "Your Majesty the King, your uncle sent people here three times. I heard that he wanted to see you, but he was driven away by my brothers of the Kingsguard and the red robes."

Joffrey asked doubtfully: "Uncle?"

Ser Mandon nodded slightly and replied: "Tyrion Lannister."

Hearing this, Joffrey was stunned for a moment and laughed: "You ridiculous dwarf, do you still want me to pardon him?"

"If this is the case, there is no need to deliberately prevent you from meeting, Your Majesty the King."

After speaking, Sir Manden stroked his chest, tossed his snow-white cloak, and left.

Joffrey blinked, what else could he do if he didn't beg for mercy? Do you want to confess to the king before you die?

Feeling a little confused, Joffrey looked behind him out of habit...the hound was not there.

He was immediately angry. He was such a useless guy. He could break his leg in a fight!

Click, click, load the arrow.

When Joffrey glanced at the lion flag hanging on the wall again, he was slightly startled. Could it be that Tywin didn't want the dwarf to see him?

Why did Tywin stop him?

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow fired by Joffrey nailed the lion's head on the lion's banner.

Joffrey admired his results with satisfaction, and at this time... he had forgotten his doubts.

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Two days later, today is the day of Tyrion's judgment.

Perhaps because he and the painter finally completed the portrait of Tessa last night, Tyrion had a good appetite and ate all the boiled eggs, fried bacon and fried bread brought by the jailer.

Taking a nice sip of the summer red that exuded the fruity aroma, he also thought that he had to make it easier in advance, otherwise if he asked for a timeout due to "discomfort" during the trial, it would appear that the dwarf was mocking those noble people.

In fact, he was more worried about those people not believing him than having to perform peeing or shitting in public.

That's not impossible. He felt that the bachelor who wrote "True History" would definitely not miss such an interesting and impressive scene.

Forget it... Tyrion sat for a while, walked to a corner of the cell, sat on the toilet, frowned and covered his mouth and nose to "empty" himself.

It's unfortunate enough that Tessa's husband is a despicable and cowardly dwarf. He can't bring her more ridicule and trouble.

He also needs to prepare a spacious and warm castle for Tessa, a large number of servants, beautiful dresses and sparkling jewelry, and hire the best chefs in the seven countries.

The most important thing is that until he finds Tessa, he has to have the power to not let her get hurt again.

It seems that looking at the Seven Kingdoms... Tyrion has to admit that he can only do his best to please Green.

Fortunately, the man was not interested in the dwarf's vagina.

There was a pungent stench all around, but when he thought of his wife, Tyrion could still grin, and he even laughed.

When Tyrion changed his clothes and walked out of the cell, he saw Ser Adam and a dozen gold robes guarding outside.

He looked around with his little hands behind his back and said, "I thought my kind father was going to send the Kingsguard to escort me. Has he forgotten that I am the king's uncle?"

Sir Adam stood sideways: "Lord Tyrion, the main duty of the Kingsguard is to protect the king. Moreover, Duke Tywin believes that you are a member of the royal family. If other nobles see you being escorted by the Kingsguard, they will have unreasonable suspicion today. The fairness of the trial.”

"Me at this time? I like this wording. The Seven Gods... Well, for God's sake, Lord Tywin is always so considerate."

Tyrion grinned: "Then please, take me to court, Ser Adam."

Arriving outside the door of the throne room, Sir Adam pushed open the giant bronze oak door first and led Tyrion onto the long red carpet connecting to the Iron Throne.

Buzz!

Hundreds of nobles came to watch today's trial. As soon as Tyrion appeared, everyone's eyes focused on him.

Tyrion limped, but he held his hands behind his back as if walking. He looked at the crowd on both sides from time to time, and saw many familiar faces with his black and green eyes.

There were many Dornish nobles in the auditorium, and they were glaring. He actually wanted to give them a friendly smile, but... he held back. He was worried that if he got angry, they would rush over at all costs. Now... he cherished his life even more than before.

The Iron Throne was empty, and Joffrey was not seen, which made Tyrion's eyes tremble unnoticeably.

Under the Iron Throne is a high platform built for today's trial.

Tyrion's eyes moved over, and Duke Tywin in red clothes and a black cloak sat in the middle. To his right was Duke Mace in green clothes and a gold cloak, and on his left was Duke Green in white clothes and a blue cloak.

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

The trial began with prayers from the monks, who asked their Heavenly Father for justice.

At the end of the prayer, the Lord Chamberlain sang: "Hush, Tyrion Lannister - the trial for the murder of - Oberyn Nameros Martell begins, the presiding officer is - Tywin Lan Duke of Nestor—Duke of Mace Tyrell—Duke Green Crabb, the recorder of the trial is—Grand Maester Pycelle, witnessed by the gods in heaven.”

As soon as the chamberlain finished speaking, Lord Tywin leaned forward, stared down, and said, "Tyrion, did you kill Prince Oberyn?"